Ohmigoonness! Let me tell you about BLESSINGS! It's the favor of God, I tell you! So! Tonight I had to give Jonny some rough news about the blood test that I had at the OB. (It's nothing too serious - don't WORRY!) But he flipped out HARDCORE, and I had to talk and pray hard and fast to connive him out of the mood he was in. Unfortunately, I didn't feel so hot myself. So when all was said and done, I knew that what both of us needed was just to EAT!

(The journal entry space is only like four inches long, so I can never tell how long my paragraphs really are. So if I have some unnatural breaks, please forgive me. I'm just trying to have a LITTLE structure!)

Okay! So what they say about craving foods is true, and I hadn't really realized it. I thought I'd be wanting really weird things, so I didn't think I was being affected yet. However, tonight ALL I WANTED in the whole world were breadsticks! MANY breadsticks! And since I can't bear to be in restaurants where there might be weird smells, I tried to think of someplace where I could get breadsticks through a drive through. FAZOLI'S! I seriously hadn't been there since Mandy Harris' folks took us one time early in my college years. I'm not an Italian food fan, don'tcha know?! So I talk Jonny into going over there. How convenient! It's less than a half mile from my house! I see that two breadsticks cost seventy-five cents, and a dozen is $3. Well, I honestly can't eat a dozen, but two isn't enough. (That's a darn lie. I could have eaten a dozen without a second thought. But I'm TRYING to show some restraint!) So I ordered FOUR breadsticks, which is good, because I only have two dollars to my name. The guy comes on the intercom and says, "All you want is four breadsticks?" I say, "Yeah." (High drama here, huh?) So HE says, "I'm not gonna charge you for four breadsticks. Pull up to the window."

I looked at Jonathan and said, "Does that mean he won't sell me only four breadsticks?" He laughed and said, "Pull up, babe - you'll get your breadsticks." Then I understood! So I was like, "Oh, can I pull the pregnant card? Can I please pull the pregnant card?" But I didn't even have to! I got up there, and the guy handed me a steaming bag of deliciousness, and I asked if he was sure, and he gave me a big grin and waved.

So here's a BIG SHOUT OUT to the people of Fazoli's. You guys have made me the happiest little camper in the world tonight, and I and my Jellybean thank you!

(You know the next time I go back I'll make sure to order a dozen so they never think I'm trying to take advantage of them again, right? Yeah - that's what I'll be thinking!)